Home Sweet New Home ( Meggera / Jam )

[shava444]

Speaking nearly to himself, he answered a question he didn't even realize she was thinking about. "When they built this house, they apparently bought four new houses together on the corner and then connected them all together inside. Much easier then extended wizard spaces, something which I suspect is pretty expensive, but the ceiling here I'm told is one which is why it's so great for flying practice."

He stepped down off the stool, replaced it, and then went to find the others she had requested. It was awkward for him at the moment actually as he wasn't sure what to say to her. They had already had a rather difficult conversation that got personal for her, he wasn't sure she could stand another one anytime soon! She mentioned Europe and he nodded, selecting another three (Ireland, Wales, and Scotland in one, Germany, Switzerland, Holland in a second), one of them on the influence of the roman culture on different mythologies across Europe.

"There, a general selection. There aren't tons of these, but there are a few more on other areas. Nothing near Romania so much though it seems." As he stood, she brought up something which he wasn't completely sure of himself. There had been many times he had thought so, certainly, but he had not stuck with those same thoughts. "Sometimes, when I was younger and didn't understand so well I did."

Turning to her he caught her hand and led her over to the side near one of the tall windows, mostly out of habit of never standing in the middle way blocking passage, not that it was a big deal in here! "I don't like his methods, of course, and it's made my life very edgy and hard, more so for my mother. But hate? Too strong a word. For all that he did, he was trying to give me the education to keep this all going after him and in that I think he succeeded. Maybe he knew how little time he had. Who knows?"

He looked down at her hands seeing the ring and his face turned thoughtful. "Sometimes I wonder if that was the only way he could show he cared to a child. He was never fond of children especially underfoot, but he made a point of dealing with me the best he could. He was from a different time really, two wars and the deaths of many he knew. I can't really know, but I'd like to think he had good reasons in his mind. I only wish I understood him more I guess."

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[Meggera Tepes]

Meggera shook her head when he said there were none near Romania, “Thats quite alright. If I decide I need one about Romania I can just owl my grandfather to send me one.” she said after he had selected another few books. She was more interested in the rest of europe's mythological tales and beings for now, after all most of the mythology coming out of romania involved vampires and werewolves in some facet.

He led her off towards one of the windows before answering her question. As he explained she couldn't help but feel a little bad about the way she had asked the question, and a little guilty herself as well for her feelings toward her own grandfather. She would say more often then not she hated the man, he didn't understand or even try to listen. Always doing whatever suited him and his wishes no matter how everyone else felt about it. She shook her head, “I'm sorry. It was a bit of a harsh question to ask. You're far more level headed then I would be in your situation though...” she said, looking down at the books in her arms to avoid his gaze.

She cleared her throat lightly and looked up at the ceiling to change the subject, “You mentioned this room is good for flying? Did you do that often over the summer in here?” she said, trying to sound a bit more relaxed and nonchalant than she was. She was horrible at flying and somewhat terrified of heights, but it was the first thing that popped to mind really so she went with it.

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[shava444]

Jamison snorted softly, a difficult sound, adding "I'm sure you have either heard them or memorized those by now. I don't think we would have them so detailed anyway. I think these were added for the kids growing up in each generation and the family collected the one they found most interesting." He reached out and pulled a small blue leather one with gold stitching with a very worn cover. "This was my favorite, but they are the Grimms fairy tales, mainly because they were just so dark."

A wistful look on his face as he looked over the cover, fingering it slightly. "As a child, most are only told the good stories, the fanciful ones which started up your imagination for all things wholesome. These felt far more real to me, filled with defeats & sad endings as well as good ones." Slipping it back on the shelf he stood again with a shake of his head. "Sometimes I doubt there were any real heroes, just stories we hold up to the dark to give us more courage."

Her apology bothered him not at all and he waved it away with a smile. "I simply had to grow up much faster then most do, no reason you should feel bad about asking me questions like that." He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head slightly to see into her eyes. She was very pretty and he could imagine how much more impressive she would be in a few years. "Remember, Meggera, I promised you an equal flow of information. In light of what I said, tell me about yours, how do you feel about him compared to your father? Do you hold them both accountable for this, or is your father better?"

Clearly wanting to change the subject, she glanced up and asked a question and he turned his eyes up above. Memories of the four corners reminded him he still had some things up there most likely... "Actually yes, in fact I still have some things in here I should retrieve for myself. The floor has extra cushioning charms on it to keep you from getting really hurt, but I only fell off once. That was a good enough lesson in balance I didn't forget again." Heading over to a corner, he opened a panel and sighed with relief. Reaching into the small square drawer he pulled out an older broom, not very fast, but big enough for what he had in mind.

Turning to her he held it out and crooked a finger. "Here, come with me I have something you can see that no one else knows about. If you want to learn about me it's a good insight after all." Jamison held out the broom, clearly expecting her to mount it behind him as he tossed one leg over it first. "Don't worry, I'm quite good..."

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[Meggera Tepes]

She looked at the blue book he was talking about curiously. She hadn't heard of those fairy tales, or the idea that a fairy tale could be dark or end sadly. “I've never heard of them. I suppose my mother didn't want to tell me the sad ones.” she said as he replaced the book on the shelf. Perhaps she would read some of those during the summer, her curiosity would most likely get the better of her after all.

She looked at him as he lifted her chin, glancing away for a moment self-consciously. “My father isn't as bad as my grandfather... My grandfather can be a very convincing person when it comes to these kind of things, and he convinced my father that it was the better option for me then leaving me to my own devices... There are some days when hate isn't to strong of a word in my opinion.” she said softly, shaking her head. No she didn't blame her father for this, he was to wrapped up in his work and grief to really understand his children and their feelings. Her grandfather was the mastermind behind everything family related, it was him she blamed.

She watched as he went over to a corner and pulled a broom out of a small drawer. Oh dear...this wasn't the turn she had been expecting at all. He wanted to show her something, and that required a broom to see it. “I...um...I'm not all that comfortable on a broom..or up in the air actually...” she said, biting her lip and hugging the books in her arms closer to her. In fact she thought she still had a bruise or two from her last attempt not to long ago when the Quidditch captain had caught her on the field.

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[shava444]

Grimms wasn't popular amongst wizards, that much was true. "Well then this summer maybe you will let me read some to you, I'm afraid I might have them memorized." Jamison gave her a smile, hoping maybe they could turn that into something else for her. Ah, her grandfather was behind all of it then; he had suspected it and now it was confirmed. Probably because her mother was gone too he suspected. "Was your father you think treated the same way?"

Seeing her hesitation he was torn about taking her up. Not about whether to or not, that actually increased significantly, but as to enjoy it for her fear or show her something special. Maybe a smidgeon of it was because of it's control issues, but that was minor compared to the little thrill he felt at making her scared. "Meggera Tepes, after all I have revealed to you today, do you really think I would risk you on anything I didn't feel was perfectly safe and in my control?" His face was a mix of disapproving of her weakness and stern insult, but it didn't last but a moment before he laughed much lighter and released on part of an inward argument.

"Ah well if that is all. Put those down a moment and come here." Subtle command of course, but his face showed nothing but his legal authority over her and his interest in showing her something secret. "I'll only hover, nothing fast, just smooth movement." He motioned the broom into the air and came around her as he motioned for her to turn around. "Here," and he slipped a hand around her waist and slid his other arm under her knees picking her up without an effort.

It didn't require a lot of strength when the broom gave such good support. Curling her to his chest slightly he slowly moved the broom to the far corner, slowly, as he said to her "See? Near the ground, easy movement, nothing scary at all. I am on the team for a reason, my little Meadowlark," where that came from he had no idea, "and I for one would never let you fall. With me you are safe, believe it." Another even more tricky command. Inwardly he grinned at it, knowing this was going to make her more trusting of him as well even without magic.

She was going to be all his before the wedding date, he was sure of it.

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[Meggera Tepes]

She nodded when he said he might read them to her over the summer. It would be informative for sure. She wondered what kinds of fairy tales ended in defeat and sadness, well...the kind unrelated to vampires that is...those usually didn't end happily after all. She shook her head at his next question, “My grandfather attempted to set him up, but he chose my mother instead. From what I heard my grandfather was not pleased about him marrying her at all, until he met her at least. Father was quite the rebel back when my mother was alive.”

She bit her lip and hugged the books somewhat tighter as he spoke about not risking her on anything he didn't think was safe. He was right, but that still didn't squash her fear of heights, or flying. She, very reluctantly, set the books she was hugging down by the window, but he said he would only hover. Nothing overly fast, so she wouldn't fall. She had expected to have to climb onto the back of the broom, and was rather surprised when picked her up and curled her toward his chest. The broom was moving slowly, but her eyes were still as wide as saucers as if she expected to tumble off at any moment.

She swallowed and nodded when he said he wouldn't let her fall. “I...I've never been able to fly without falling off. I can n-never..seem to balance properly and end up on the floor.” she said, stuttering slightly from her nerves about being off the ground. Horses she could do, brooms however...ever since she was 8 she just couldn't handle being off the ground very well without something solid in between.

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[shava444]

Interesting. "So he could be daring for her, but not for her kids? Interesting. Is that what you think did it?" So not everything ended up the Grandfather's way, good to know the old vampire could roll with the punches as well. it also told him that things could be negotiable if the man was convinced of a new idea or the success of another idea. That was very good to know in fact, gave him some real hope for some possible ideas of his own.

She really was scared of heights, but he was going to make her feel safe, he really was. "Meggera. You've ridden horses. Are you telling me being in my arms doesn't feel as solid for you as a horse? Would you rather sit in my lap and feel my arms around you keeping you save?" The broom was still the same height as a chair bottom and hovering, that was all. He had strong arms from long workouts in his fencing as well as keeping in shape for flying. Right now those were rock steady.

Instead of grabbing his neck for purchase she had assumed a crossed arm position which indicated no trust in anything, not good. "Would it help if you could touch the bookcases, hold them as we go up? I can do that if you want. But there is something up there I can't show you another way...If you can not trust me yet, I understand." 'There, think about that for a second...' Now to see if she had guts.

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[Meggera Tepes]

She shrugged, “It might have. He lost a lot of his fighting spirit after she died, focused the rest of it on his work and just sort of drew away into his own little world. He's gotten better over the years....but he's still pulled away pretty far, or at least thats how it seems to us.” she said shaking her head lightly. She was fairly certain if her mother hadn't been killed they wouldn't have let her grandfather marry her off. So many things would be different, perhaps even herself, she might not have ended up a solitary bookworm for all she knew. But it wasn't good to dwell on the 'what ifs' of life, they only made one depressed.

She shook her head, “Riding a horse and a broom are completely different....on a horse you're always at a constant height and not hovering in mid air...and a horse has never sent me flying head over heels to the floor...” she said, still biting her lip. She didn't want to appear to be a coward so she shook her head no when he asked if it would help if she could touch the book cases, and she was genuinely curious about what he wanted to show her by now. Curiosity was seemingly a very good way to get her to do things she wouldn't normally attempt. “No, its ok. I'll just...I'll hold onto your arm...if thats ok...” she said, her arms uncrossing slowly and her hands curling around one of his arms, not tightly or enough to obstruct his flying, but firm enough to comfort her as her arms wrapped around herself had been doing. She was fairly certain if he went to much faster she would end up clinging to his arm for dear life, but she would deal with that if it came. She'd just have to be careful not to squeak and sound like a total coward.

She swallowed lightly, feeling extremely silly. They weren't even high off the floor. Perhaps it was just the anticipation of being high up that made her act so scared, but she couldn't help it. Every time she was higher then about 10 feet off the ground she would get flashbacks of being pushed out the fourth story window of her house when she was 8. The feeling of falling, the sheer terror she had felt, then the intense pain when she had hit the ground. It would all come rushing back to her, she was honestly surprised she could be in the stands at the Quidditch pitch, but those were solid and she always stayed in the middle, no where near the edge.

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[shava444]

So she regretted her mother's death, but more for her father as well. The older gentleman had clearly been under his wife's influence then to a great scale. Jamison could expect to be left alone as long as he kept his request few and kept up a close connection socially. Good news to have. "I am sorry to hear that, Meggera. It is no wonder that Jamie took to you so closely. We will try to keep up close connections with him during the school year if that would help you think?" Easily done and yet another little reward for her good behavior and toeing the line.

There had been a few manipulative Ravens in the past, but as a whole he didn't see many in the house who cold have spotted what he was up to with her. The subtlety should last for a long time to his advantage; something he would enjoy using to get her in the right mode and place for his needs. As of this point he was only subconsciously becoming aware of how much more physically he was becoming interested in her, small changes she had on him that had not gotten enough for him to detect his own changes. After their summer time began this would change, fairly quickly, but for now he still saw her as a convenient and necessary victim of marriage and the production of children.

"Certainly. Here, let me shift..." and he set her back on her feet for a moment, crossed one leg over the other which he laid across the broom, and then had her sit on his lap like a chair guiding her with his hands firmly. Once this was done he put one hand past her on the broom which she could wrap her arms around and the other he put around her waist, snuggling her close up against his more solid frame. "There. More solid feeling I would think. And I have you, Meggera, you will not fall." He let the broom drift up smoothly, hovering their way up the bookcases.

"Maybe I should always come to help you find books in the Library, this is so much easier for reaching the books on these top shelves," he whispered the joke in her ear as they rose, only the shelves passing giving away their height as they were so close beside them in this corner. The far ends had a small circular stair and a second level of books and they rose above that staying close to the wall till they reached above the books and the top of one of the marble columns. There on one of them was a small carved toy of wood, a cheerfully yellow duck which seemed to mock the grandeur of the whole room with his expression.

He was so out of place it was immediately comical, this hidden and secret character.

Again into her ear he whispered, his lips naturally near the side of her head there as you could hear the smile in his voice was warmer then most of the time she had known him. "His name, embarrassingly enough, is Beanie. Grandfather never allowed children's things in the house, said they were not appropriate to a young man's growth into manhood. This was my defiant little soldier I put here where they never saw." Jamison chuckled softly, memories in his voice richly detailed as he spoke, sharing this very special secret with her. "Knowing he was here always made me smile and gave me strength to follow through in the role he wanted, through any party or lesson, I knew a secret silliness in the middle of it all."

There was no dust on this column, though you could see a light layer of it elsewhere on these top spots. "You are the first and only person who I have shared him with. We make a good team, don't we? There is a bit of Beanie in me everywhere I go, amidst all the excessive details around." A tender moment, a revealing one in a way he had never planned this to be, but important one none-the-less. He knew it was an insight into his better half, not the lies he wove and the image he showed off. Let her grasp onto that and hold it inside her own mind and he doubted she would ever look at this room quite the same again. "Beanie, this is Meggera, Meggera, Beanie. She's freeing us, Beanie, smile on her for me, all right?" If the little duck could have smiled more, you could imagine he would have winked right then in agreement. He was Jamison's secret guardian and clearly well taken care of.

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[Meggera Tepes]

She nodded when he said they would try to keep up close connections with Jamie during school. “Yes, that would help immensely I think.” she said with a small smile. Keeping in contact with her brother was so normal to her, it would help by having that constant. Make her feel like not everything was changing so drastically, some things would still be the same.

She did feel a bit more stable in the shifted position on his broom, less likely to cause them to go tumbling off to the side, so she held onto his arm lightly and nodded. “Yes...this is a bit better...” she said softly, trying to remember not to look down. She knew it would be so much worse if she looked down. It helped that in their current location it was only the shelves that really gave away that they were rising up, but if she looked at the wall it was much easier to trick her mind into thinking they weren't that high. She squeezed his arm slightly at the whispered joke of helping her find books this way. Merlin she hoped he really was joking, or that she could stay on the ground if that happened. She was certain her nerves could handle looking for books this way. “As long as your the one doing the flying and I can stay down there holding the books.” she whispered back as she squeezed his arm slightly again.

She was preparing to want to either cling very tightly or have a mild panic attack the higher they rose when they came to a stop at the top of one of the columns where a small yellow duck rested. It was such an odd sight that it made her momentarily forget how high they were. She looked between him and the duck with a puzzled look on her face until he explained about how his grandfather hadn't allowed children's toys in the house and how he had put this here in defiance. Upon further inspection it was clear that one couldn't see the duck at any other angle in the room.

It made her smile a bit, the defiant secret little duck with its silly name. In the middle of all the serious affairs that had gone on in this house, a child's silly secret that no one could ever see except him. Sort of like a secret friend to make everything a bit better. And she was the first person he shared it with, she was somewhat touched that he would share such a personal secret with her. She laughed lightly at the introduction, but went along with it anyways. “Hello Beanie, its nice to meet you. It must be lonely guarding this pillar all alone.” she said, with a small grin, her grip on his arm relaxing a bit. It was near impossible not to smile faced with this little duck, even if she was terrified of how high up they were.

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Jamison had been flying with people on his broom before and that was nothing new for him. However he had never held one in his lap before nor kept his arms around them in such a way either. Carrying bags or a package in his lap yes, but somehow none of those were as distracting as a young woman, especially one his age and imminently accessible in the near future. It was a singular distraction and he became physically aware of her as they rose slowly. Her response to his joke had him chuckle softly and give her a squeeze with his arm around her waist, but only slightly.

He quickly realized that made the effect much more pronounced.

As they looked at the duck his distracted mind came to the conclusion she felt very different then a guy, not all hard and muscled and rough; she was softer, smelled nice, and he rather didn't want to let go again. She laughed at his introduction and he felt a flush in his face of success with a grin, for once not faked. "Well as you can see he gets a visitor fairly frequently." As they slowly began to sink back down he added softly "I've convinced my mother that every time I come home a spin around the Library does me a world of good."

Just before they touched down he turned his head and kissed her cheek, breathing in the smell of her as he said "What a good job you did, Meggera, I'm proud of you. See? Nothing bad happened, I will take care of you." Letting her off the broom, Jamison slipped off of it, pointing his wand at the duck corner and muttering a cleaning spell. He collected her selected books, handed her the broom as he asked "Would you put that back in the drawer for me please?" When that was all done he was standing there waiting to hear what she wanted next.

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[Meggera Tepes]

She nodded as he said the little duck gets a frequent visitor when he came home as he had convinced his mother flying around the library was good for him. “Do you plan to keep him up there now that the house is yours?” she asked, looking at him as they started to descend again. She somehow managed to not notice as much the descent as she had the rise so it was a bit of a surprise when she noticed they were nearly back to the ground and how close they were. She hadn't noticed the close proximity of him before because her fear of heights had distracted her and made her want to cling to his arm for support. Now however, well, it was enough to make her blush slightly when she noticed his arm around her waist and how she was sitting in his lap.

It didn't help the blush that just before they touched back down on the ground he kissed her cheek again, causing her cheeks to flush pink just as it had earlier in his room. She nodded quickly. She hadn't fallen or anything, so she supposed it was a successful trip. She was fairly certain she almost had a panic attack at one point though. He let her off the broom and she let out a small sigh. Despite having felt more secure up there in his arms, it felt good to have her feet on the floor again. “No, nothing bad happened...but lets not do that again until my nerves relax a bit, yes?” she said with a small laugh, looking down at the floor near his feet, her face still flushed, “I don't want to scare you by having a panic attack up there.” she added, her fingers lacing and unlacing in front of her, an after effect of her nerves during the first part of the whole experience.

She nodded when he asked her to put the broom back in its drawer. “Alright. It was that one, yes?” she asked, glancing to the drawer he had taken it out of, just for confirmation. She didn't want to accidentally put it in the wrong place. She took the broom gingerly into her hands before moving over to the small drawer and placing it inside after he had confirmed the drawers location for her. She closed the drawer carefully before walking back over to where he stood with the books she had selected. “Could we...sit down for a bit perhaps?” she asked, glancing around the immediate area for a spot to sit.

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[shava444]

She asked a good question and he thought about it for a minute as the descended. He could, but he had another idea really, one that he found amusing. "I think not, though he is a jolly little fellow. Think of him as my guardian to keep me from getting too serious. Besides, he will make the rather dull people at parties easier to manage I think. And who knows? Maybe someday I'll have a son I can bring in here and tell him 'In this room is the greatest secret of all and when you find it and understand what it means, then you can be the man of the house.' I think that would be a wonderful thing to pass on... And a good way to get them reading as well."

Her blush told him she had noticed how she had been sitting in his lap, up close and personal as well. he shrugged and said softly "Eventually there will be few secrets between us I think. We will, in effect, be each other's secret keepers..." As she made a stipulation he chuckled. "Not a problem, Meggera, but I told you I was an excellent flier and that I would keep you safe. You learned more then just one secret today. I think that counts as a good day, don't you?" As she laced her fingers together he slipped his in between hers and folded his thumb over one of them.

"Someday you will trust in me, Meggera, and on that day I will feel truly blessed." Smiling softly at her, he squeezed that hand slightly and then let go. Nodding at her drawer question, he determined he should put her books in a box rather then the bag he had earlier. Nodding as she came back over to him he pointed and walked over to a space under one of the tall windows above their heads and pulled out his wand, tapping the inset below the window with it. A set of steps grew out of the tiles carrying him up a foot or two and then holding out a hand to her he led the way up.

While it was not a huge space, the window seat could sit two comfortably or one laying down. Setting her books down to one side he put his wand away and sat on the cushion, looking out of the window through a set of trees in some kind of arbor. Sunny green grass could be seen a distance through the trees, but it had a serene quiet to it and he saw her reaction to it. "Mother only showed me this two years ago. I spent a week walking through the house tapping everything I could."

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[Meggera Tepes]

Meggera nodded when he said he would leave the little duck up there. She agreed with him there. It was a small spot of brightness to lighten the mood. And the idea was somewhat cute of passing on the secret to a son, even though the idea of that was still somewhat scary for Meggera given the time frame they had been given to actually have a child. “I agree. It's a cute sort of thing to pass on.” she said with a small nod.

She looked up when he said that they would essentially be each others secret keepers, as most married couples should be in her opinion. It was a weird feeling, knowing that he had shared many secrets with her in such a short time, and that he would in time be privy to her secrets as well. She had never expected to feel so...comfortable at this stage. Not that she was comfortable with everything that was happening, but it wasn't quite as difficult as she had thought it would be. Perhaps it was only this new secret that made her feel this way, but it was somewhat confusing none the less.

She nodded, “Mmmhmm...I think it does count as a good day.” she agreed as he slipped his hand in between hers as she had been lacing and unlacing nervously. His words made her cheeks flush a bit deeper shade of pink though she wasn't quite sure why. Luckily putting the broom away gave her blush a chance to cool down a bit before heading back over to him. She watched as he tapped the wall under a tall window and a set of steps appeared to grow from the tiles, which was quite interesting. He led her up by the hand to a window seat just large enough for two people to sit comfortably. She sat as he said he had gone through the house randomly tapping things. She laughed slightly at the mental image, “Did you find many things like this?” she asked curiously.

Perhaps it was because he had shared so much with her, but she somehow felt compelled to tell him things about herself. “I'm sorry for freaking out so much about flying. I've been terrified of being so high since I was eight. Being on a broom for me...just feels to close to falling freely where being on a horse feels so much more stable. This was actually the first time I've been that high up without having a panic attack...” she said shaking her head lightly. She had attempted to get over the fear, but nothing so far had worked.

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[shava444]

"Well, it will at least help you as well as me during the parties. Though when you have met some of these designers... Let's just say some of them are far more entertaining then you would imagine. The fashion industry seems to draw a certain amount of insanity to it." Like Claude, the wielder of neons and taffeta enough to drive everyone else insane. Like any wizard wanted taffeta lined robes.

Sure that his words 'With me you are safe, believe it' were making a difference, he noted she wasn't pulling away from him as fast as she had before, seemed more willing to allow him to get away with certain things. Her blush suggested she was starting to think ahead to what would eventually happen between them and the effort she would be allowing him to use with her personally. While he didn't grasp yet the extreme intensity of such a bond, he was getting small signs that this was something he wanted more then he had thought.

Goodness! What if she was that soft feeling everywhere? His mind boggled.

She laughed at the mental picture of him going around trying to find everything. He grinned back himself at the idea of how he must have looked. "A few things. My ancestors apparently liked things out of sight but still available. When there isn't stuff everywhere this summer we'll do some more exploration together." He certainly hoped so. Frowning as she spoke about her fear he reached out and slipped his fingers between hers again.

"Did something happen?" But she admitted she hadn't freaked out today in the ways she had before. He knew that the subtle commands had done a great deal to turn her thoughts in that way, but he was of course not going to mention that! "Well I am probably a lot more secure feeling then just being on a broom. Any time we have to go somewhere on brooms i will try to keep you as secure feeling as possible, I promise."

He began to think he was really good at this...

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